The Dreamer *ON HOLD*

Chapter 4.

Ok so I really haven't been updating a lot lately and I feel bad :(

but I've had A LOT of homework lately and it's just been

tough trying to get on

so please forgive me and i hope you like this chapter :)

~Alex xoxo

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*~*recap of how the last chapter ended*~*

*VANESSA'S POV*

I finish the song and feel proud of myself.

I always feel like that's one of the best songs I sing.

I always get lost in the music and forget where I am and why I'm singing.

I look over and see the boys and realize that I was singing for them.

The expression I see on their faces worry me.

They looked shocked.

Was I really THAT bad?

Did I sing so bad they hate me?

Oh god.

"Vanessa, that.. that was..."

The boys look at me in shock. It's kinda funny actually, their expressions I mean. It's like they've never heard a terrible singer. Well maybe not terrible but still... I'm pretty bad...

"NO YOUR NOT!!!" I hear Louis shout.... did I say that last part out loud...?

"Yes. Yes you did." Zayn says with a chuckle.

"DAMN IT!!!" I say a bit louder then I should, but seriously my singing is pretty bad...

"Vanessa your singing was absolutely... Amazing..." Louis and Zayn say in sync. They look at each other and burst out laughing. I have to admit it was pretty funny. I turn and look over at the laughing boys and start to crack up myself. I look over at the clock and realize it was almost 1am.. how long had we been here..? 

"Ok first off I'm not that good of a singer. Second off it's already 1am so I need to drive you guys to your hotel beforev you get into anymore trouble." They obediently nod and stand up off of the messed up bed.

"Ok so you boys head down stairs and put on your shoes while I go grab my keys.. okay?" I ask them. They nod their heads again and run down stairs like little kids. I chuckle to myself and skip to my room thinking about all of the crazy events that have happened in the past few hours. I mean a barbie attacked me and then I met part of the biggest band in the world right now, and I dont think I hate them anymore. I mean they aren't jerks or anything like that.. so why not be friends.

  I grab my keys off of my bed side table and grab a big, bright red hoodie to put over my t-shirt and black leggings. I run a brush through my long blond hair. I grab a pair of red toms from under my bed and run downstairs. The boys are standing obediently by the door and laughing about something... who knows what. As soon as they see me they calmed down a bit and smiled at me.